“I can’t believe it” Poor Flora was still shocked. Claude was laughing. Soon Cassius left his cabin and joined them:- Long time no see friend!- Cassius! Do you want to poorish me or something?- Pf! How funny! You can easily pay double that over hookers!This time was Claude’s turn to open his mouth in disbelief. Soon Cassius noticed the petite lady sitting near Claude and he cried:- I am sorry! I didn’t notice you have company! I apologize to my lady! I promise I was just kidding, my friend here is a very respectful man!Flora didn’t have the power to get into this madness. But she was super satisfied by the b*tch called Karma:- I am Cassius Bloom. A businessman.Flora shook hands with Cassius and replied:- I am Miss La Candida. I am Mister Knightley’s assistant. Ciel is too busy. Currently, I am helping him.- I see…Cassius seemed a bit confused: “I have heard your name before. Didn’t I?”- This is Flora. My Flora. replied Claude.- I can’t believe my eyes! Said Cassius. I did
Years ago there was a detective that tried to take down the mafia of Gotham. That detective was severely punished. First, they killed his wife, then they took his child hostage. The detective died trying to save his boy. The boy who witnessed the death of his father was sold mercilessly in the black market as a s*x slave. That boy made it out somehow and built a fortune out of nothing. That boy is now called Claude Knightley. And he is after revenge. Ninety minutes before blowing up the Black Auction House, Claude sent Flora away. Then he went with Cassius to another secret room in the department and waited. After some minutes, his men attacked the black auction. The cries and the shooting sound didn’t attract the attention of Claude. He was waiting for something else. Minutes later, the host of the auction came into the secret room where the secret exit was located. The host was accompanied by one of his very special guests: The Black Hand. Once coming in, the guards of The B
Carl woke up aching. The effect of drugs caused him a severe headache. He barely opened his eyes when he remembered everything: He and Charlotte got kidnapped by the mafia. He heard them talking about the ‘slaves market’ and ‘good merchandise’. He knew they were referring to him and his sister. He was treated horribly and approached sexually, but he defended his sister. He tried to flee with her but they got caught. Thank goodness the mafia men didn’t want to ruin the kids' bodies, otherwise, they would have whipped him mercilessly. During his captivity, Carl heard many terrifying stories, saw many disgusting scenes, experienced many gloomy things, and discovered many horrible secrets. He tried his best to protect Charlotte, but apparently, he couldn’t.Where is she now?Carl moved his head barely. Next to his bed, he saw Charlotte sleeping. A young pretty woman was sitting by the bed of the little girl, caressing her hair.Was she the buyer?Next to his bed, there was a small table w
Claude's mind was far from rest.It was the solemn hour. Either he will win or lose. He should attack as fast as possible and surely before the corpse of Black Hand is discovered. He contacted a friend from the police department about this. Mrs. Aisha Khan was the head detective of the police department. She is a friend of Claude and a great ally. He told her his plan. And she didn’t mind helping. Laura was aware of the effect of the mafia on the police. So she approved external help. And Claude was the best helping head ever. Aside from being a bright independent detective and a clever businessman, his sharp mind and honest heart made him the best company in her journey fighting crime. They solved many cases together and worked together. Aisha was seeing him as a reliable younger sibling. He saw her as a teacher. And they collaborated a lot.This time was no exception. Claude contacted Aisha by a safe canal and asked her to suppress the death of Black Hand as possible. When she reques
Jack wanted Charlotte. "There's something special about her." Said Cassius "Carl, do you have an idea why they want her that bad?" Carl hesitated then spoke the truth: "Lottie is not my sister. She is a girl my family's protecting…" Carl talked for almost ten minutes, and when he was done, Cassius was looking at him in astonishment. Claude bit his lower lip and announced: "they shall never get the kid. Cassius, exactly at seven o'clock, gave them a refusal. We shall start the purification before." "Sir," asked Cassius"May I accompany you? I know many of their faces, I can be a great help!.." "What are you saying kid!" Interrupted Cassius Flora opened her lips, hesitating to talk. She wanted to say anything to get over this very uncomfortable situation . But lying was fruitless, even fatale, when truth seemed impossible to tell. While hesitating, Claude kept shoving her with his eyes. Then he looked at her swollen red lips and felt something strange down his abdomen. He wanted to
"Don't hurt a woman, a child, an elder, or a man surrounding himself. You are not mercenaries. You are the righteous men. You are going to serve justice and purify your territory. Don't you become the monster you're fighting!"Claude made this speech in front of his men before every mission, this one is no exception. They answered "Yes! Sir!" And they joined their units. Claude's mind was not only clouded by the risky mission but also by Flora and Lottie he left behind. He felt ominous. And he didn't know why.Flora was on pins and needles, she tried her best to let go of bad thoughts, but fruitlessly. Claude confined her in the kids' room till he gets back and makes a decision about the matter of her punishment. And the small space made her even more anxious. To resolve it, Flora opened the door slightly and looked through it. Vlad was standing there as expect
Some minutes later, a woman got into Claude’s vehicle. She was Veronica:“I owe you!” She nagged, “You disturbed me in such an hour!”The woman cut her parole seeing Claude charging his gun and pointing it to her mouth:“You owe me your life,” responded Claude with a solemn face. “I ought to kill you long ago, ho*e.”Veronica hurried to the door, fruitlessly. It didn’t open. “F*ck!” she screamed.“It won’t open. Don’t waste your efforts.”Veronica was the plaything of many men in the region. Claude knew it well. But is also the sl*t of Jack Black as Flora saw, meant Veronica may be a spy or a double agent, or just a woman too fool to be alive:“What’s wrong with you?!” cried sheClaude seemed as terrifying as a soul reaper. He looked at her in an intimidating way she never saw despite being his sex partner for so long. He did
Mr. Goldmen was solemn. He felt by the mafia’s sixth sense that something was wrong. One of the mafia bosses just told him he didn’t come to contact his men in the south. Plus, Goldman was there when the blowing crashed into the old palace. It is a matter of time before Jack calls or orders a general assembly. It seems the members of the syndicate are worried, yet the syndicate itself is stable. This means the damn Jack is having a plan. Or maybe, all the accidents happening are part of his f*cked-up plan.Goldman usually doesn’t drink. He is already old and he cares infinitely about expanding his lifetime. But given the situation he didn’t refuse when his beautiful Veronica proposed to him a cup of Scotch:“Honey, you look stressed!” Said she “Let me pour you some liquor and prepare you a hot bath”Goldman took the cup and drank it all without taking a breath. Veronica drank some of hers too. Then she looked at the two guards who were accompanying them in the study. Those two are her